Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played in tune.
O my luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a'the seas gang dry. Till a'the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: O I will love thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run.Robert Burns
I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west,Through mony a weary way;But never, never can forgetThe luve o’ life’s young day!william motherwell
May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the wings of luve lose a feather.Edward ramsay
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